The Third String.
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Tales from a Dagda Bard
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The Third String.
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Tales from a Dagda Bard
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30/12/2017 2 Comments Winter WorkingIt was quiet as he approached the forge. Understandable and to be expected given the lateness of the hour. The sleigh he pulled made little noise as it slid across the hard frozen ground. He had been out since the days ending doing his habitual rounds for the season, dropping off whatever he had that could be of use to those who had need of it. Stopping a moment to allow his legs a rest he took deep lungfuls of air and watched his breath cloud in the cold as he exhaled slowly, dark eyes following the puffs until they dissipated in the night. A last stop then home to a welcoming hearth and a stiff drink to warm the body off its chill.
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